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leronboi · 2 years
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Y’know I was studying how to draw Abdonis and then I was lik wat if cool lighting from underneath... then wat if water background... and then I was lik oh damn I need to take his pants off cuz he be in the waterrrr and yeahh this happened lmaoo. AND I’M PROUD OF IT. 
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Title: This World Takes More Strength Than it Gave Me
Chapter: 6/?
Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV)
Relationships: Jillian Salvius/Mother Superion, Jillian Salvius & Mother Superion, Sister Beatrice/Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice & Ava Silva
Characters: Jillian Salvius, Mother Superion (Warrior Nun), Sister Camila (Warrior Nun), Ava Silva, Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun)
Additional Tags: Mother Superion POV, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Useless Lesbians, Post Season 2, Other characters mentioned, Repressed Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun), Ava Silva Being Ava Silva
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“What do you want for lunch?” Mother Superion asked as she hung the tea towel back on the hook and opened the squeaky cupboards.
“Chicken?”
“Very helpful, Jillian.”
Mother Superion searched through the cupboards and the fridge for some ingredients before placing them on the counter. She breathed in the smell of herbs and pitta bread and smiled when Jillian turned on the radio in the background. She washed the red bell pepper under the tap before taking a knife and slicing it up.
“So,” Jillian said.
“So?”
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francesderwent · 2 years
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reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city
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hisui-dreamer · 3 months
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jamil, who loves showing affection by cooking food for his loved ones, making sure the curry is seasoned to perfection and your favourite dessert to go along with the meal.
and you, with zero spice tolerance but so incredibly overwhelmed with gratitude and affection for how hard jamil's worked. and with your favourite dessert right there enticing you, you're determined to finish every drop of curry on your plate.
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it doesn't go too well.
indeed, you have finished every drop of curry. but you've also downed around 12 cups of water, and the burning in your mouth is still unrelenting. jamil visibly looks concerned with how much water you're drinking and it's unavoidable you address your non-existent spice tolerance.
jamil sighs, and his eyes show a hint of exasperation you often see when he's following kailm's whims. you avert your gaze to the floor, upset at yourself that you've disappointed him and maybe he hates you now how could you not like his fo-
flick!
ouch! your hands reach up to shield your forehead, and your eyes meet his. not exasperated, maybe slightly, but amused and... loving??
"dummy, don't go forcing yourself to eat what you don't like," he sighs
you timidly explain you could never do that with how much time and effort he puts into his cooking
his smile widens slightly.
"for now, i guess i'll be making more desserts for you then,"
he chuckles at the way your eyes light up.
"here," he feeds you a spoonful of the chilled dessert. "is your mouth still burning?"
oh. you don't think it is anymore.
but your heart sure is.
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sirbird · 14 days
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What’s a small spider to do in these conditions 🤔
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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Spice is the variety of life!
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maarigolds · 1 year
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Me and the bad bitches I pulled by being autistic
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spoofyleaf · 10 months
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Have a doodle!
Redson: how is it, too spicy?
MK, lying thru his teeth: nope nope totally good man!
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ash-rigby · 6 months
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booty shorts that say "no admittance except on party business."
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ghiertor-the-gigapeen · 2 months
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He found celci, she can't remember
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I was gonna draw him with old lady celine from iswm but I'm not strong enough to do it ㅠㅠ
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ofmd-ann · 1 month
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Happy 'Making Him Moan like a Good Boy' Monday!!! ✨
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(Insp by this text post)
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xehanortsreport · 22 days
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the subtle resignation in his expression at even bouncing with the context of his final words kinda destroying me ngl
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karakuuls · 7 months
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vandal.
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ganondoodle · 2 years
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dusty ol gan
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mrs-bluemarine · 6 months
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divine-misfortune · 2 months
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cancelling the rest of my plans for the day bc your fleshlight post about phantom has me on the floor and I can NOT get up
The post in question :))
Dew stares up at him through those pale eyelashes. A look that could have been soft, innocent. Should have been. No, Dew was watching him with the attentiveness of a hungry dog despite everything else about him being relaxed. At ease. Something Phantom was far from.
Face still colored with humiliation, Dew only sought to deepen the violet in his cheeks - he wanted his embarrassment to be vivid, the closest thing to tangible he could get.
The fire ghoul kept his fingers curled around the hard plastic regardless of his little mewls of protest. Slowly rocking it back and forth, just enough to tug at his knot (but more so to remind him of how pathetic it was to be trapped in fucking fleshlight) and let a little bit of his cum dribble out. There had been the beginnings of a wet spot on the front of his pants to begin with, a little overzealous with lube, but it was growing to become far more noticeable.
Dew smiled up at him with the faintest hint of teeth as Phantom's nails dug into the couch cushions, another sound of objection starting to bubble up but Dew hushed him before it found its way to the surface.
"Just helping bug," he shifted onto his knees. "Wanna make sure you're properly taken care of."
His pale hair slipped from where it had been tucked behind his ear as he dipped his head, forked tongue flicking out to grace where skin and silicone met. Phantom screwed his eyes shut and tried not to buck upwards at the warmth of Dew's exhale. Breath audibly hitching when he was given more, he didn't know if it was too much or not enough. It was something and he couldn't wrap his mind around it, or anything for that matter. His brain was still fuzzy, had been since he'd first popped the head of his cock into the toy now serving as a means of torture, but Dew was steadily pushing him towards having straight up static in his skull with every little movement.
When Dew kissed over his sack in an oddly sweet gesture before taking one of his balls into his mouth, it was decidedly too much. Phantom sounded wounded with his cry and Dew let out a pleased sound in response. Little vibrations to accompany the languid caress of his tongue and Phantom's eyes were nearly crossing.
"Dew - Dew, fuck, you gotta-"
He pulled off with a satisfying pop that left the little ghoul sagging into the couch.
"I know baby, i know" the sympathy in his voice was just honey masking the medicine. "Your balls still feel so full, must hurt so bad."
"Wh..." he blinked slowly, brows drawing together.
Dew tutted at him and got off the floor, finding a new home straddling his lap. Phantom couldn't help that his hands automatically went to place on his waist, his blind obedience earned him a soft chuckle. Holding the toy steady in one hand, the other came to cup his jaw and turn his face upwards before Dew kissed him.
It was no longer a gentle push towards that far away headspace, more like a full-on shove when Dew's tongue slipped into his mouth. He could taste himself, kinda salty but heady all the same, mixed with something floral lingering in the other ghoul's mouth. Kinda reminded him of Mountain's breakfast teas. Familiar and the last solid thing he could hope to latch onto to not slip entirely, but that lasted as long as it took for Dew to start shifting the toy again.
Phantom moaned into his mouth, allowing Dew to lick that much deeper. There was a bit more give to the toy now, his knot deflating slowly, slower than he'd like but too quick for Dew's liking.
He pulled back and Phantom found himself sitting there with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, fixated on the string of saliva connecting them up until it broke.
"Gonna help you feel good," Dew's thumb stroked his jaw. "Make my good boy feel good, doesn't that sound nice?"
"But...'M sensitive."
"Just sensitive cause you didn't do a good enough job, silly boy."
"I-I didn't?"
Dew shook his head and tsked. Phantom's ears pinned back at his apparent disappointment but still twitched at the slick sound of the fleshlight stroking over him. The immediate discomfort of overstimulation felt further off but still around the corner, it wouldn't take much for the pinpricks of agonizing pleasure to dig into him again.
"I'm just gonna take care of you, get that knot nice and fat so nothing spills out."
His eyes fluttered when Dew's thumb pushed between his lips, heavy head dropping against the back of the couch with a groan. Dew had found an unfortunately efficient motion. Like a more complicated handjob in a way, stroking, twisting as soon as he felt resistance to his pull. Effectively milking him for everything he had - and Dew planned on taking everything he had to give. He could feel the last of the blood in his head rushing towards his cock. Traitorously staying fat and continuing to ache, his knot threatening to swell again, Dew had more control of his body than he did.
"Wanna see you fuck this pretty little pussy full."
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